Chapter 495 Thestrals on the Road, Trap in the Department of Mysteries (1/2)

Chapter 495 Yeqi is on his way, the trap of the Department of Mysteries

Since thestrals can only be seen by those who have seen death, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were a little embarrassed and couldn't even see them, let alone ride them.

It was Luna who helped them onto the Thestral one by one, and taught them how to hold the mane step by step, and finally the three of them managed to get on the mount.

"It's incredible." Ron gently patted the neck of the Thestral he was riding. "It looks like I'm floating in mid-air."

"It's just a bit ugly." Ginny joked, "The posture is very unsightly."

"Have you ever said that about your brother?" Ron rolled his eyes speechlessly and adjusted his sitting posture as much as possible.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked solemnly, and the five of them nodded in unison.

He didn't know how to ask Ye Qi to send them to the Ministry of Magic, so he simply put his ear to Ye Qi's ear and said very directly: "London, Ministry of Magic, guest entrance, if you know how to get there..."

Fortunately, the Thestral did not disappoint him. He only paused for a moment before spreading his wings and flying high into the sky.

The six people were caught off guard by the sudden acceleration, and had to cling to the neck of the Yeqi to prevent themselves from being blown down by the airflow.

They flew out of the Forbidden Forest, the stadium, Hogsmeade, the woods and the river receding quickly in their sights.

The last ray of sunset on the horizon was gradually swallowed up by night. They saw Muggle villages and a few vehicles speeding along uneven roads.

Harry felt the strong wind buzzing in his ears, and was fully aware of the Thestral's speed. It was fast, even the Firebolt couldn't match it, but in his opinion, it was not fast enough.

After all, in the picture he saw, Sirius was still being tortured by the Death Eaters. No one knew how patient the Death Eaters were and how long he could last. If anything happened at night, they would probably have to collect Sirius' body.

While they were rushing on their way crazily, Aaron returned to the Hall of Divine Sound.

He directly transferred his memory to the missing body, then sat on the chair and held Abe in his arms.

The missing body was silent for a moment and comforted: "There is no need to worry so much, you have done everything you should do.

The flower of the other side for self-protection is enough to make the magician throw a rat weapon, and the drop of the moon for life-saving, the peak wizard Voldemort has to give face when he comes. "

"But I always feel like I forgot something, and I feel a little uneasy." Aaron rubbed his brows anxiously, "As the saying goes, a wise man can make mistakes even if he makes a thousand plans.

I'm not a wise man, but my intuition is always accurate. Don't tell me you didn't feel it."

"So what if you feel it?" The thought body spread his hands, "They are the ones who want to die, we can't get ourselves involved!

Besides, although Professor Snape hates Harry Potter, he values ​​his life more than anyone else."

"What did you say?" Aaron seemed to think of something, "Yes, Professor Snape, he doesn't know that Harry has already fallen into the trap, so the speed of notifying the Order of the Phoenix may not be so urgent. .”

“It’s harmless.” The thought body waved his hand, “Professor Snape can still distinguish between public and private affairs and will not bring personal feelings into the main business. He must have notified them.”

“That’s true!” Aaron nodded without comment, “But if it wasn’t Professor Snape, where would I have neglected?”

“If you ask me, don’t think so much. In fact, there are only two choices in front of us, go or not.

If you don’t go, all the problems are out of the question, but if you go...”

Aaron was stunned for a moment, and looked at the shelf nailed to the wall with the thought body. On it were placed the precious resources he had accumulated in the past five years.

Various potions, rare materials, four firearms except the red spider lily, hundreds of enchanted bullets, magic carpets, Captain Jack’s compass, disposable tiger charms, and the most valuable Nejia mask, etc.

Huh!

Aaron took a deep breath, "The situation is not that serious, right?"

"I don't know, but it's better to be prepared." The thought body said seriously, "There are places that are overlooked, and you and I both feel uneasy. Once we decide to go, it will definitely not be a trivial matter.

Voldemort has set a trap, and the Death Eaters must be there. The Order of the Phoenix will rush over sooner or later, and then it will be a melee.

The scale of this battle can be large or small. At the smallest, it will be a battle between three or five wizards, and at the largest, it is not impossible that the number will increase tenfold.

And the Dark Lord may not be absent in person. After a year of preparation, he can almost show his face in public."

Aaron's mouth twitched. He couldn't deny that the words of the thought body did give him a great sense of oppression.

"What did the prophecy say today?"

"A crisis caused by a prophecy ball, concise and clear."

"Does it need to be said?" Aaron said speechlessly, "Is there anything else?"

"Not yet, but even if there is, it probably won't be good news."

Pah!

Aaron patted his forehead, "Try to tell fortunes yourself!"

"That's the only way, but it may not tell the future we want." The thought body said helplessly, and then snapped his fingers, and a black shadow ninja put the crystal ball on the table.

The two looked at each other, focused their attention on the crystal ball, and carefully observed some pictures that appeared in the thick fog.

......

After flying in the night sky for an unknown period of time, yellow lights suddenly appeared in the sight of Harry and others, as well as dense buildings and large and small cars parked on the street.

The Night Thestral suddenly changed direction and dived down, but the momentum of the fall was not much, and all landed smoothly.

When their feet stepped on the ground again, the six people breathed a sigh of relief.

Riding a Thestral is a thrill, but if they had a choice, they would never choose this way.

"Are we there yet?" Hermione looked at the desolate street curiously. In addition to a few shabby offices, a tavern and a dump truck full of overflowing, there was only a shabby red telephone booth. "Don't tell me the Ministry of Magic is in this place?"

"Follow me." Harry quickly entered the telephone booth. The others hesitated for a moment and squeezed in.

"I remember it was 62442. Mr. Weasley dialed this number when he took me to trial." Harry said unconfidently and pressed the number. Then a woman's voice sounded in the telephone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please tell me your name and what you are here for."

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. We are here to save people, unless your Ministry of Magic has already saved them."

"Thank you, guests, take your badges and pin them on the front of your clothes."

Six badges slid out of the coin return slot, and the six people each took their own badge marked with "Rescue Mission" and pinned it in front of them.

"Okay, can we go in?"

"Okay, guests of the Ministry of Magic.

You need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wands."

After the voice fell, the red telephone booth trembled and slowly descended.

The elevator fell to the visitor entrance, which was the main hall on the eighth floor underground before stopping.

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good time tonight."

The elevator door suddenly opened, and Harry and others clenched their wands and prepared for battle, but there was no one here, the fireplaces on both sides of the wall were not lit, and the Magic Brothers Fountain made the sound of water flowing, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

"The Ministry of Magic also needs to rest, right!" Ron said far-fetchedly, "I mean the staff also need to sleep, right, although it is a bit strange that there is no one standing guard."

"We have to hurry up." Harry pressed the elevator decisively, and the elevator slowly moved down.

"Department of Mysteries."

The woman's voice fell, and the elevator door opened again.

Harry looked at the black door at the deepest part, feeling inexplicably uneasy, but he still walked over.

After pushing open the door, they entered a round room, but Harry's face was not very good, which was a little different from the picture in his dream.

In the dream, there was only one door, and he could find it easily, but there were twelve identical doors in this room. Who knows which one is the one that stores the prophecy?

"Do we have to look for it one by one?" Luna asked softly.

Harry nodded helplessly, "It can only be done this way. If I find it, I will know."

Pushing the first door, the rectangular room was empty, with a huge glass water tank in the middle, and many white things floating in the dark green liquid.

"Not here." Hermione said unnaturally, "These are brains, we'd better change to the next one."

"But there are some doors here too." Ron pointed to the wall, where a row of identical doors were placed.

Harry's mouth twitched slightly. There were doors inside doors, and the difficulty of finding that door seemed to have increased a lot. More importantly, there might not be the same door in the next room.

"It shouldn't be these." Harry said uncertainly, "In my dream, I easily entered the second room, let's go back and try again!"

They went back to the circular room again, and marked the door with the brain before opening the second door.

Inside the second door was a huge stone pit, surrounded by rows of stone benches, which was 70% similar to the courtroom.

In the center was a high stone platform with an arch on it, and a black and white curtain fluttered in the door without wind.

The curtain seemed to have an inexplicable attraction, tempting Harry to approach slowly.

"There are voices, and I can tell what they are saying."

"No voices, Harry." Hermione said a little uneasily, "Let's go out!"

"I heard it too." Luna stared at the fluttering curtains in fascination, "There's someone inside."

"It's just an empty archway." Hermione advised impatiently, "Let's go, Harry, we're here to save Sirius."

Hearing Sirius' name, Harry suddenly came to his senses, "Yes, we have to leave here quickly."

They returned to the circular room again and marked this strange room.

The third door couldn't be opened, and the unlocking spell didn't work. They had no choice but to open the fourth door first.

This time Harry found the place he wanted to find. The room was full of tall shelves with many gray glass balls on them.

"It's here." Harry said excitedly, then grabbed his wand and began to look for the 97th row of shelves according to his memory. If nothing unexpected happened, Sirius was being tortured there.

"Ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five..." Harry stopped in front of the ninety-seventh row of shelves, but stared around with wide eyes, and there was no trace of Sirius.

Harry's heart sank immediately. The worst situation may have happened. Sirius has been killed.

"He should be here."

"But not." Hermione swallowed hard, "and there are no signs of fighting around."

"What do you want to say?" Harry asked fiercely.

"Another possibility, Aaron said." Hermione's voice trembled, "Trap, we have to leave here quickly, immediately, right away."

Hearing this, Harry's lips moved slightly.

He was still a little reluctant to believe it, or he still had some fluke mentality.

Maybe Sirius was still here, but just fainted and was hidden behind a shelf by Voldemort.

He could only comfort himself in this way, otherwise he would bring everyone to a dangerous situation.

"Harry." Neville pointed to a prophecy on the shelf, "Your name is on it."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then walked in and looked at the prophecy. There was a label below: Dark Lord and Harry Potter.

The prophecy began to flash a tiny amount of light, and a cloud of mist slowly spun inside.

Harry couldn't help but reach out and take it down.

The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching, born in a family that has resisted him three times...

Such information reached his ears, but before he could finish listening to Hermione's voice calling him, he was brought back to reality.

Footsteps came from the shadows, and a masked man walked towards them.

In addition to him, two masked men came out from each of the other aisles and approached them. The six people consciously moved together, picked up their wands and confronted them nervously.

Harry recognized the first masked man to appear, with a wand identical to Lucius Malfoy's.

"Very well, Potter, give it to me."

"Where is Sirius?"

"You really should distinguish between what is a dream and what is reality?" Lucius pulled out his wand and crossed his face, and the mask turned into black mist and disappeared. "What you see is only what the Dark Lord wants you to see. Now give the prophecy ball to I."

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but clenched the prophecy ball tightly, feeling full of regret.

Aaron reminded him, but he still ran over insistently, but he and Hermione clearly asked about the Order of the Phoenix through the fire, and the Black house elf said that Sirius was not there.

"If you touch us, I'll smash it."

"Hahahaha..." Harsh laughter came from behind Lucius, and a slovenly witch walked over, "He really knows how to play, be careful, Potter."

"Bellatrix Lestrange." When Neville saw this witch, huge hatred instantly surged into his heart.

His parents were tortured crazy by this madman using the Cruciatus Curse. She was originally supposed to be imprisoned in Azkaban, but she didn't expect to be able to escape from prison.